“You dare to fight me?”

Du Kun had never felt even the slightest bit of respect for Nie Tian. Seeing Nie Tian dashing toward him in this way, he didn’t even bring out a spiritual tool to fight with.

He waited until Nie Tian was about ten meters away, then laughed in a deep voice and stretched out his fingers.

At first, his fingers were the same color the rest of his skin, a seemingly unhealthy, waxy yellow.

But when he extended them, his palms and fingers suddenly turned as black as ink.

At first glance, it almost looked as if he had put on a pair of black gloves, which then sent numerous black aura strands out of his fingertips.

“Go!”

With a swing of his hands, he sent finger-thick beams of black light shooting out. They were like sharp, pitch-black swords, piercing ferociously towards Nie Tian’s chest.

From within those black light beams, there also came surges of intense coldness. When they were about to reach Nie Tian, he...